I lock my phone biting my lips just looking at her old contact still not being able to delete it. I take one last sip of my coffee and throw it in the bin next to me. I breath in the fresh October air as I make my way to my car.
I try not to even look at people as I make my to the front office to ask which floor my dorm will be in. I feel relief spread through me as I see someone at the front office. "Hey , Do you know where dorm 211C is?" I smile at her. "Yes! Go up 3 Floors and it should be on the hall way to your left." I thank her and out my manual in my bag. I lift my head and- "Ouch!" I hold my head and feel my face get red when I notice I feel onto the floor. I look up to see who committed this pity crime of running into me. Dark brown hair , light eyes , horriable style. I get up , "Sorry." I move my hair behind my face and move past her but she grabs my arm pulling me back. "Do you know where dorm 211C is?" I push my eyebrows back in surprise and garb her manual to actually see if she has the same dorm as mine.
"Um , actually we have the same dorm so just follow me." She looks at me the same way I looked at her. I grin and make my way to the elevator knowing she'll follow behind me.
"Well, this is it." I open the door and lay on the bed to the left taking my shoes off. She does the same on her bed. "So, what's your name?" I look over to her, "Ra'phale. What is yours?" She smiles,"Arabella, You have a unique name? Do you know why your parents named you that?" She looks in in my eyes with interest. "I was adopted when I was a small child and my parents choose not to change my name." I smile at her so she knows she didn't offended me in anyway. She still frowns so I go on , "You have a unique name as well , Why?"
"My mothers name is Bell- so they just took that and picked out 4 letters in a jar and arranged them in a cute way." That's so sweet.
A/N: kind of a intro. btw except more in the actual first chapter! :) vote and comment x
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nostalgia
Teen Fiction" nos • tal • gia ; noun a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. " __________ sometimes cold mornings are better with out you.